บท 1273: The Stark-Soul Order Moves Out!

"Let's be quick now!" Pherdanta shouted.

Her Granted Star Armament seemed to emit a cold radiance, the moving stars etched onto its dark shell shimmering with every rise and fall in her emotions.

The Commander of the Stark Troops had opted to attach the plaited skirt from her previous armour onto this new one. It looked like an umbrella opened from her waist; it made it hard for her to carry her two new swords at her side, thus, she placed them on her back, stacked laterally. Her high boots, also livid with stars clapped against the pavement tracing its way from the Empyrean Hatcher.

The other Unlimited Stars were standing all around Pherdanta, some making sure the Troops they would be taking with them were all accounted for.